The Sea

Do you ever feel old beyond the time you have been walking on this earth,
too tired to go on?
Frightened by the things that have gone before
afraid of what is to come?
When glancing at the world around me
I feel overwhelmed
lost as though I am a tiny grain of sand on the beach.
Longing to be swept out to sea
yet questioning if I belong trapped on the land.
Wondering that if I were to be carried away
amidst the waves,
if anyone would notice,
and if they did,
if they would even care to gather me out of the torrent
place me back onto the significant dry land again.
As I write these careless words
I creep nearer the current I know will seize my slender soul into its depths
yet I care not
whether I return from its gloomy places or not.
I am content to wallow in the trepidation of the world
specifically my own pathetically dreary life.